muzak

This is such great music. The zingy vibe, the orchestra and the luscious saxophone. The humming, honeyed voices and just the general aura that this tends to envelop and most certainly something to listen to on a dreary afternoon such as this. 

The skies are blotted over with darkness, there's been scant rain with thunderous threats of more and the weather in all its humidity is icky and gross, added to it my personal woes. 

I want to keep my head above water right now and forever. 

ugh

A long walk

A short run

A breathless moment 

Is today turning out how I wish it to? I can't seem to tackle every day with the same ease. A consistent annoyance of lingering discomfort. 

I am my placebo. I tell myself I'm fine and I want to believe it. It's better every day I say and I wish to honour my thoughts.

Everything will be fine tomorrow.

wish

If I could
I would walk into a den of wafting hallucinogens and inhale deep until pebbles turn to gems and sand to glass.

vibes

What's the male equivalent of donning a beautiful dress complete with strappy heels, a full face of glam makeup with voluptuous red glossy lips and body and soul veiled under a thin aura of sexy perfume?
I feel like that right now.

synthed

I don't know how I stumbled onto this weird, spacey music, but it makes me feel like I'm a cosmonaut from the 80's stumbling through space wearing a shimmering red lipstick, sighting the moon and feeling a sense of much welcome desertion

Make(d) up

Why do I feel like wearing a lot of makeup and strutting out today? 

Mighty ridiculous thought that needs be incinerated immediately, for it's hotter than molten magma,  and wearing anything except a gallon of deodorant while stepping out would be an unforgivable mistake. 

Imagine, streaks of liner running down bronze tinted cheeks, making me look every bit heroine chic. 

But what do I feel like?..broad winged liner on an upper lid, clouded with Matt purple smoke, a soot grey liner on lower lid; the inner core punctured with whiffs of white daubs. Cheeks a blush of muted shadow of orange, highlighted with a pale terra cotta gleam of a shy bronzer. 

And lips..a lovely subdued matted mauve; my absolute favourite for this season. 

Thusly, my face a war paint of evening glam, would I love to step out..in my dreams, but not in this heat. 

Why do I feel like going out dancing. Perhaps soon..very soon. 

feels

What is it about today that make makes me feel like my insides are all mangled. I think I can feel my spine touch my brain, and my shoulder blades ache like they're about to sprout serrated edged steel wings.
Uh, my eyes feel like they're ready to just about ooze out of my sockets, and my arms, particularly elbows, feel like they're being weighed down with anchors.
Ah my neck feels like its crushed beneath boulders, that it's straining with great difficulty to balance my head. I can feel my spine on fire, right down to coccyx. My digits feel like permanent rigor mortis has set in.

Feels like I was cradling an atom bomb when it set off.
This isn't right, and to think it's a Wednesday. My favourite weekday.
It's like my body feels contradicted between staying starch rigid or noodle limp. Can't make up its mind.

I'm thinking back to what I did, to land up in this state of throbbing distress. My nerve cells feel lacerated. Did a body snatcher swap my nervous system with an alien one?

Ugh to everything